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The only thing we can predict about life is its unpredictability. A single path can be off set in a instance and it won't be even your fault, but when you think that you are totally lost in a strange new world. The trick to life is not to follow your mind, but your heart.

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Torven is one of the best trainers around. However, nobody seems to like him and he can't beat the top trainers. How will he show just how amazing he is if he keeps losing in the finals? Join him as he tries to figure out just what he is missing from being the best!

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Guys…I’m going to do something stupid.This, is the 100 themes challenge (Original can be found at https://kathrineroid.wordpress.com/2011/09/25/100-themes-challenge-writing-prompts/) and I am going to write a short story for each one, with at least 100 words. That’s right. 100 stories. All of them are going to be fanfiction, so…I do not own any fandoms mentioned, nor do I own this challenge.Enjoy my stupidity.

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This is not so much as a story about my journey, but about those who I shared this wonderful experience with. Those who helped me. Those who were patient with me. Those who cared. I thank all who were there with me for this unforgettable journey.

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The alter glows. An ancient song pulses through him in one vibrant note, full of life and tugging him forward.It pleads to him. See it.Drifter walks passed the altar, his steps ringing out in the silent temple. Tell our story.He pauses before the threshold, glancing down at the snow piling before his feet. His heart leaps into his throat.In the snow are tiny, yet unmistakable, footprints.Save them.

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So due to some dumb luck and my weakness for kids, I get a second chance as a childhood dream; This should be interesting at least, even if I fail, especially since it seems like a game anyways.Warning: Language and Ninjas.

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They flutter in the air, like the wind is pulling them but they are tethered, they cannot escape. And there is no wind, there is no clouds. There is no rain, and there is no one but her and these... wisps.

Veeran would laugh, call "Sahar! Sahar! Help me catch one!", and if this were years ago and if Veeran were here, she would laugh and join him. She would jump and grab them by their edges to drag them down. But Veeran is not here, there is no laughing, and the wisps do nothing but float aimlessly around her. She no longer has a voice to laugh, and no one to smile at, so she strokes the small wisps that come by her, and carries on.